NaNoWriMo ate me whole,
And spit me out onto the floor.
My brain is mush,
My thoughts are slush,
My dirty house—it makes me blush.
My sub-plots all have run amuck,
To finish I will need some luck.
I do not sleep until I’m beat,
My children do not need to eat,
But—50,000 words are sweet!
Have a great weekend :)